CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Despite having so much on her mind, or perhaps because of it, Leah slept deeply and was woken by the doorbell. Immediately, her hand flew to her throat and her heart started thudding violently. Stephen! She tiptoed into the front room and peeped through the window, her eyes searching for a large, shiny black car, perhaps driven by a chauffeur in a peaked cap. Instead, she was just in time to see the green and white van from Florabella, the local florist’s, pulling slowly away from the kerb. She also noticed that it seemed to be a fine day. Good. This funeral was to be a celebration of a full, interesting life and rain wouldn’t have seemed right.
She let out her breath noisily. What time was it? Returning to her bedroom, she glanced at her digital alarm clock and saw i
